Break ins!

[mitochondriaaya]

"...and then I said how was I suppose to know the difference right? Denture paste, tooth paste? Who knew one was glue?!" Kyle laughed and held open the door to her floor. They'd just exited the stairwell after Kyle's normal night of taking Darlene out.

Pheh. Normal. That was a depressing thought. "Well...they do put nice, step by step pictures on the side of one of them?" That was a CLUE Mr. Detective.

"Who reads toothpaste tubes? Really, I just passed it to him!"

"...I do? Janna's allergic to Xylitol and a lot of toothpastes have that in as a sweetener." Because it was bacteria neutral or something. Anyway! "So do a lot of chewing gums, so no giving her gum unless you've checked!"

That was...not the come back he was expecting. "What the fuck is Xylitol?" She was making that shit up wasn't she?

"No, honest! It's a fake sweetener! Toothpaste can't use sugar right? That defeats the point of brushing, so they use fake stuff but Janna's allergic. The doctor said it wasn't uncommon!" SHE WAS NOT MAKING IT UP!

"Huh," weird. "What do you use then?"

"Toothpastes that are mainly baking soda based with mint extracts!" The whole family did! It was a solidarity thing!

"Damn allergies huh?" Kyle smiled as they turned down her hall then...froze, hand reaching for the gun he wasn't wearing. Fuck. "Darlene, stay here." The door was kicked in.

"What? You need my key t-" Oh. OH. THAT WAS HER DOOR. WHO WOULD WANT TO KICK HER DOOR IN?!

"I think some of those people Traver pissed off may have stopped by. I'll look around."

Darlene nodded mutely, wide eyed...then lifted her cell to her ear to call Traver the moment her partner went into the apartment. Because...that was her life in there. Her material life. She needed to talk to Traver.

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[mitochondriaaya]

"Anything may do, yes, but we do have to have it stain at least." And she was vindictive enough to want something nasty!

Blink...blink....melllllt. "...yeah. He would. If he calls back tonight 'Breaker' answers the phone."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Sounds good to me." Braig said. Dilan grinned, set the last piece of his pizza aside, and after wiping his hand started in on the back of her neck. Tonight they were going to make Aya relax. Hah.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hnnnnmph." She kind of vaguely missed her foot prop and head prop but she couldn't argue with the current situation. Nope. "You mooooooved." mock-whine!

Followed by a happy sigh as one or both of them found a knot.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yup." Dilan said, "I did. Just relax, L-T, let us get the knots out. I can do your back later, if you want, I'm sure you're carrying a lot of tension."

Braig offered, "I'll get all the extra pillows on the bed while Dilan does that, so that you can nest appropriately."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hey!" She cried, amused. "Tension keeps my posture up to snuff!" Gyeeeeeeeeh nice.

"Mmmm'kay."..."You laugh when I nest." Nesting was, honestly, why her bed at home was so damn big.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Only a little bit." Braig protested, swapping feet, "It's cute." he didn't feel the need to defend his statement. It was cute, she was cute, that was just part of life.

"Let me know when I hit a knot."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Feh, cute," snort. HORRID MONICKER OF HER LIFE! "You hate me, curse you, the C-word! Fine. You're adorable." SO THERE!

Also? SQUEAK!

That was probably a knot.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah," Braig said, "I am. But if you call Dilan that he'll cringe."

Dilan homed in on that squeak and rubbed the knot in slow circles.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hnnn? Nah, he's just hot an awesome." Totally. That was...the only evaluation she was capable of since he'd found a knot to work on yep.

Just. Wow. If she could curl around his hand she would? But Braig had her feet!

[sliceitwithwind]

The guys kept it up until she was completely limp, then Dilan asked, "Ready for the backrub, Aya?" while Braig went off to put all the extra pillows on the bed.

[mitochondriaaya]

Limp was achieved rather easily. The best way to help people in a massage? Relax. Don't fight it. "Mmmhmm, yes." Oh, the back was going to be that level of knotted that hurt for a bit though.

She was happy to stretchout on her belly properly but her first words after that were a hiss. "Owwwwwwww....hell."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Deep breath." Dilan said, rubbing the knots gently to coax them out rather than force them out, "Wish I had the massage oil here, but I should be able to get the knots anyway."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Ow is good, don't worry." she wasn't! "Howwww do I not notice this number of knots?" No, really, how?

[sliceitwithwind]

"They grow over time." Dilan said, still rubbing gently. Braig came back out and said, "We don't have massage oil, but we do have cooking oil...would that work?"

[mitochondriaaya]

"Yeah, I know. Still." And...splutter. No, really, incoherent splutter because KNOTS at the same times as COOKING OIL QUESTION.

Splutter fume!

"Braig!" DORK! "Check the LUSH stuff?" There had to be something better in there?

[sliceitwithwind]

"What?" Braig said, blinking and then heading into the bathroom, "Valid question."

"You can tell which of us does the most massaging versus who gets the most, can't you?" Dilan asked wryly.

[mitochondriaaya]

"It is NOT VALID." Dork dork dork. "I vote when next he gets a back massage you use Crisco and see how he feels about it." Huff.

"'Course, just to prove me wrong he'd like it."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Yeah, probably." Dilan agreed, "Braig is...I love the man, but sometimes he's pragmatic to the point of being stupid."

"Hey! Maybe I won't give you the massage bar, then!" said the short one, returning from the bathroom, "L-T, you want to take your shirt off? It'll be easier that way."

It was said totally clinically, because this was about massaging tension out and nothing more; anything else would be detrimental to the mission as a whole.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Pragmatic can be useful," Aya admitted easily. "But there's pragmatic and there's...pre-fryer greasing." Because just...wow. Cooking oil.

Ooooh, massage bar. Solid body oil bar right?

She'd happily strip for that really. "Sure, grab me a cushion? Floor is fine if there's something between me and the carpet but..." not without shirt and bra thank you. She was going sit up and simply take off said items with her back to the boys. No use making a fuss. There was one, only one, very faint scar near her mid spine.

Old, faded.

She was either very damn lucky in her line of work or...yep, mitochondrial. Darlene, naturally, wasn't in the kinds of danger Aya often was.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan caught the bar, and Braig got Aya a pillow. Once she was laying down again the massage bar started sliding over her body to grease her up enough that the massage would work better. Not that it wasn't good before, just that skin sticking to skin detracts a bit.